Lyrics:
and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard
Gentrified cleansing
Like they bleaching our faces
Apartments hella crowded
But they houses so spacious
On the same block
We dont even talk when the cops
the ground
There's lots of treasures to be found
All in unison:
Underneath the lovely London sky
Scott
This house is crowded now with questions
And John's
Gas meter runnin' out
Electric cut off as well
Candles lightin' up the house
Lookin' in my momma's eyes I
See how she feels
The strain and the pain
I rather be at peace with myself
And at war with the world
Than at war with my self
And at peace with the world
Weight of the world on my shoulder
I
what the word friend means
By any means feels good knowin' that you're with me
Traveled around the world is not the same without you
Could you stay with
c'mon
Vamos detonar essa porra - let's detonate this shit
Vamos detonar essa porra - let's detonate this shit
As casas - the houses
As cidades -
anymore
Why don't you fuck off
I'm taking control
Why don't you fuck off
Conquer the world now I want it all
Forced down in a system by you
Draining
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like, "What the fuck is he plannin'?"
Just make sure that
I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in london and a seasick girl.
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world
I
house of cards
And the clockwork is long frozen
I strolled on by that old machine just a' grinding down the road and
The gears have rolled those broken
you'll get picked apart
You'll get found in the dumpster
With your head and heart
Like Nikki Giovanni painted by Ernie Barnes
Who's world is this
Plum
the 605
Honey please be at home for dinner by nine
I made your favorite soup with fried rice ain’t that nice
I even made you some steak better than Angie’s
brush the weight of the
World off my shoulders
Been bruised and battered by those
Supposed to reach out
I'll say "fuck to police" till they
Beat my
So many z's, but no one's dreaming
Come to the house
You gonna get roasted
Sorry to the people that I ghosted
I was in album mode
Creating shit while
a house of pain land mines make you jump around
I can see the end through my Baldwin glasses
Still need money for a grave and a casket
Capital greed got us
watching an in-flight movie show
I'll leave the sun behind me
And watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see
The world and it
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
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